In the fields the children play two lovers kissing on the passing of the day I sit alone and observe for I have been there before when I had the nerve I sit on a country hill and try to recapture my thrill that projects on those in time which stands still The sun shines bright on the leaves as the gentle wind whistles through the trees I turn and look at the river I walk towards the river and sit by the shore I want htis life to deliver no less no more
Reason for writing:
I am a reflective person. So I like to write very quiet, refelctive poetry.
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